king of the ring

DING DING DING signaled that a contestant had just been slammed down for the count in the wrestling arena of New Meridian. The jeers of the crowd smattered the away champion who reveled in his smugness. All eyes were shifted away from the loser as people began to leave their seats to go home; their hero had lost. Beowulf threw the Hurting into the air out of the act. The office was sour smelling as Beowulf went to answer his manager who had called him in.

"Excuse me, but what exactly are you trying to accomplish by losing fights? An underdog is nice and all but only if he actually wins." "Huh? But I did exactly like you asked, you told me to bomb the fight and that's what I did." "No I meant bomb as in give him a nice pat on the back, I meant you should have exploded some heads out there, now I have a bunch of unsold wolfamerchandise and someone’s gotta pay for it all!" " I'm sorry, I guess this is coming out of my paycheck huh?" "Oh no, I'm going to need much more than that after this screwup." The manager grabbed Beowulf with a tight grip. "Hey I didn't know you could clinch like that-" Beowulf's trailed off as he watched his managers jaw dislocate and undulate slowly into a molten form, transforming finally into a nun. "wE hAvE obsErVed yoUr acTiOns anD seE iT fIt tO JoIn oUr flOck...thrOuGh ConJoiNMent..." "Woo! I guess I'm not getting a pay cut after all, and this wulf is itchin’ to put this nun outta commission!" Beowulf futilely tried to break free of Double's tendrils but he was held fast. "wE muSt huMbly DecLine, aNd yoU MuSt forCefUlLy acCepT..." Double's habit morphed and the fabric began to be suspended by some fleshy appendage, which stretched the "fabric" considerably, and began to grow in size, tearing at the seams until it revealed a soft hefty girlcock which bounced in several directions slightly before stopping. "Now that's a prop I don't want to wrestle with." But it was only seconds before Beowulf's pants were torn by double.

[CLANG] Before Double could pierce Beowulf, the Hurting had hit her squarely on the head, just giving Beowulf enough time to suplex and restrain her. Her dick throbbed in protest as Beowulf entered Double's eldritch pussy. Beowulf went to town on double, her sumptuous dick and balls jiggling and twitching with every thrust. Cilialike structures battered Beo's dick with odd vibrating patterns and massaged it, while Beo tweaked Doubles nipples and pulled on them outward, eliciting deep guttural moans from Double. Since it was not being used, Double's dick was aching quite painfully as she was being piledrived, and it was as hard as diamonds. Beo knew that double had to get something out of the exchange and assertively grabbed her hands and firmly placed them on her dick which drove her mad. Her head was laid back with her mouth agape, her tongue lolling out of the orifice. Beo furiously pumped her slick massaging pussy before doing a backwards suplex which hilted double at full mast which was the one final push for both of them to cum hard. Double's pussy was a void that was filled with Beo's baby batter, and Beowulf wiped off Double's load which arrived from her madly twitching hot blooded dick. The sound of a camera click was heard and the paparazzi dashed out of sight to escape the wrath of both of them, although the scandal was an immense boost to Beowulf's popularity in the ring. Double had to go back to the drawing board.